i didn't used to knowif i really liked this dharma wheelit was a cross between loveand discomforthere's how it wentI found a small change that moved my heartI clung to the partthat tasted dharmabut then human natureplayed its usual gamein the forms of my own loves and hates

I rejected the turningjust a little biti'll confessi didn't likehow it tore upthe deepest comfort cut in twodualizedbetween peopleand my ideals of life

I love humanityI am humanat times I hateand must meet the tastewith curious explorationdon't hold onbut grasp tightlythen let it passdon't try to make it lastlet go lightly

this is the recipie to joydharma in a shapeI can make with my handsplay-doh for a child spiritgasping at the wondersof illusionbut not enoughto completely seethrough my confusion

it's the inbetween this dharma wheeli didn't know that i could ever lovebut it's the turning that breaksthe ties that bindour hearts and mindsto the shellof our suffering.

It is this dharma wheelI wasn't sure I could really loveI found a homethat never sets footit is this dharma wheel that turnsfrom bones to stonesto thoughts and spaceit's the emptinessthat always feels so uncertainthat is the very truththat lets me breathe

in here in the death in betweenthe two livesof past and futurei am presenti realize

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." –Arundhati Roy